'An ignoramus!' 'Ay, Kuno, to be sure,' quavered the old farmer.

'Well, since this gentleman is a stranger to these parts, and curious about the Prince, I do believe that story might divert him.

This Kuno, you must know, sir, is one of the hunt servants, and a most ignorant, intemperate man: a right Grunewalder, as we say in Gerolstein.

We know him well, in this house; for he has come as far as here after his stray dogs; and I make all welcome, sir, without account of state or nation.

And, indeed, between Gerolstein and Grunewald the peace has held so long that the roads stand open like my door; and a man will make no more of the frontier than the very birds themselves.' 'Ay,' said Otto, 'it has been a long peace--a peace of centuries.' 'Centuries, as you say,' returned Killian; 'the more the pity that it should not be for ever.